Chapter Three: Saviour

  Xavier opened his eyes to the sound of a heart-rate monitor beeping to his right. A man with spectacles and a face-mask sat on a pouffe in the corner of the ward.

  “Um… why… who-” Xavier stuttered.

  “Take it easy, little man.” the doctor told Xavier.

  “W- why are you calling me ‘little man’?”

  “Because I feel like it.”

  “Oh,” Xavier continued. “Logical.”

  “Yeah. I know what you’re about to say-” the doctor started, but was interrupted by Xavier.

  “Why am I here?” Xavier questioned.

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  “Seen it coming.”

  “Wha-?”

  “Anyways,” the doctor continued. “You’re here because you ate a cheeseburger containing staphylococcus.”

  “Staphylo- what?” Xavier asked confusedly.

  “You got food poisoning.”

  “What? Then, how come Viktor didn’t get sick and pass out like I did? He ate a burger from the exact same batch and everything.” Xavier interrogated profusely.

  “The bacteria wasn’t there by mistake, no. I believe that someone is out to get you.” the doctor stated.

  “I- oh no.”

  “What?”

  “I know who did it.” Xavier said, as a wave of realisation hit him like a truck.

  Xavier told the doctor about the incident at the metro station.

  “So, let me get this straight. You were chased down by some terrorists in a metro station and this incident has led to this one in which you were poisoned by carcinogenic bacteria?” the doctor said, catching his breath afterwards.

  “Carcino-what… doesn’t matter. Yeah, I think so.” Xavier said reassuringly.

  “Your point?” the doctor questioned.

  “They need to be stopped.”

  “Well, obviously,” the doctor agreed. “Viktor’s outside; follow me.”